My last reposted blog on breast cancer. The last blog I needed to write for the healing process of going through this crumby disease. Passing it on this week as it was a year ago this week I had that mammogram I won’t easily forget, and because I have friends dealing with this now.
The drive to Nordstroms to meet with the plastic part fitter, I’m a mess. Want to go alone, but find no way of doing so. Butterfly is along, chatting happily from back seat, asking me random questions. “What are we doing after we go to the mall, Mom? Are we going back home? Is Sis going to be home by then?” Our college beauty-girl is coming home for Christmas break. I meet her at the airport tonight. She hasn’t been home in months, and the house is all a buzz. The kids and I put everything together just right, but day before college beauty-girl arrives I fall apart and cry the entire day. I have put off getting a prosthetic four months now. I want more than anything to have a Merry Christmas with our kids. I’m so lousy at faking.
Grey drizzle, wipers going, butterfly and I make our…
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